Cold darkness enveloped me.
Death’s icy grip pulled me ever closer to the light.
I reminded myself who I am
And resisted the temptation of peace.
I would not die yet.
The others had taken all I had except my will to go on.
I resisted all the goodness that light promised.
That day was not my day to die.
That day I resisted pain and suffering.
My resistance to hate would never break.
That resistance is what saved me.